Killa Lipstick

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The Big Doe Rehab, 4 minutes

Killa Lipstick

Lyrics

Method Man

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]Yeah, yeah... we gon' high to this(The world's crazy, son yeah.. you know)We gon' high to this (just something about her)My girl's a killa, my girl's a killa(You know, her bag was always heavy, everytime I been around it)We gon' high to this (and diners, and restaurants, I don't know)Yeah... yo...

[Ghostface Killah]Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from the way she smellWas it Baby Phat, J.Lo, or straight ChanelHer face belongs in a Luther video, Never Too MuchThe way she smile, her face look pretty, thoughHands is soft, feet, no calyssesHer father owned six pallets in palacesLaying out in New York, crush villas in VegasGreatest designer wear, son, she sport the latestSo I, pause the smooth talk, made her a drinkBlew her a kiss, as I sat down, she smiled and winkedStood up, grabbed my hand, what up, slid ya boy to the bedroomPopped the suitcase, I'm in the lead roomThis check was loaded, equipped, with fifthsPorcelain handles with horse back kicks, whispered"You know what, Ghost, I do hits" But niggas get fooledBy the sexyness, I'm a real gritty bitch

[Chorus: Method Man]Killa Lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuitsA hit chick, now I'm number one on her hitlistShe killing the game, cuz she the businessType of chick that love you to death, then leave no witnessKilla, I call you Killa cuz you slay meKilla, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking ladyKilla, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this babyKilla Lipstick, k-k-killa

[Ghostface Killah]Yeah, this white chick Everlay, she smell DownyHad her best friend named Jade, from Rockland CountyDouble cokeheads who love cartoons, type chicks who eat pussyListen to Prince and play with they wombsFlight attendant out of Delta Airline, get money girlsTravelled the world, only one did jail timeJade, her father's a judge, same nigga in the O.J. caseWhen he tried on the glove, but uh, in this scenario, four A.M.The bars closed, now we at it againDrunk nigga, come out I'm popping mad shit, he's past itNancy Drew, drew out her purse, the blue steel ratchetDidn't even say shit, she blasted, barrel smokingShot the Henny out his hand for laughingThese are my bitches, Nancy and JadeNatural born killas be letting they guns blaze... god damn!

[Chorus]

[Masta Killa]Look she tired of the same old basic, let's face itThis is how she wants to be laced, I'm raping itAnywhere, I'm taking it, she loving how the gangsta flexThis is thug sex, Iking it, nasty talkAs she liking it, spanking it, she biting the sheetsShe's a freak, my view from the embassy suitesIs off the beach shore, Dirty would've love you, mami'You like it raw?' A tear drop, fucking you slowI see your knees knock, your love is so sweetIf I switch beats, and hit you with angles, you might breatheYou know the Godbody make healthy wise seedsYou, plus a glass of weed, is all he needYou could travel so far, look, maybe book a flight to MarsTo escaping at, one forty two?They take Jet Blue for two, into Long BeachRain lifted whipping the port, from when I touchLook something nice up in the stash, hit a Dutch